Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 10:22:32 PDT
From: Kenneth Visser
Subject: getting to like it(gay/masturbation/incest)
This is a fictional story, any resemblances to actual events, places or persons
are entirely accidental. The story is written by me and hasn't been published
anywhere.
Getting to like it (by KV)
My first jerk-off experience, when I look back at it from some distance, was
really weird.
I knew that people did it when I was about seven. My brother Ian who was eight
years my senior must have been doing it for quite some time when one night at
the bedtime (we shared a bedroom at the time) he promised to show me something.
From the tone of his voice I could tell that it was something we weren't
supposed to do, and the lad that I was, I didn't show particular eager to do
anything that might have got me into trouble. So I put on an indifferent look
and waited for a further explanation which didn't take too long to come.
The next moment Ian had his pecker out of his boxers and wiggled it in front of
me. Then that was the thing he was going to show me. Actually, it wasn't
anything so very striking - I had in fact seen him naked hundreds of times, for
he wasn't particularly shy about his body.
I let out a sigh of boredom. "I can do that."
On Ian's face there was a shadow that I would have called irony had I been old
enough to know the word. At that time I thought it just another of his bossy
smiles. "I bet you can't!"
This of cource was the most he could to to make me pull down my own pants.
"See." I took my little pink boydick between my fingers and held out for him to
take a good look.
"Yeah, but this is nothing, kiddo. Wait and let daddy show you."
If anything made me angry it was Ian referring to himself as my "daddy". Indeed
this is ironic, too, for now I sometimes think of him as one: for a kid who has
never known his real father, an elder brother could well be at least half a
daddy. But at the moment I was furious, and if anything held me back from
walking out the room and calling for mom, it was the surprising sensation that
holding my tiny penis and looking Ian's semihard boydick gave me.
"Do you ever get it hard?" Ian asked me. I nodded my head although I wasn't
exactly sure what he was talking about. His pecker had grown to at least six
inches which was about the biggest dick I had ever seen in my young life, and my
own thing was growing slightly, too. I made an uncertain attempt to conceal it.
"Wow, kiddo, looks you gotta stiffy!" Ian said in a voice that was now
approving rather that bossy, and as he wasn't hiding his dick from me I decided
that he might just as well get the full view of mine.
"OK, now," Ian said, "If you wanna have some fun, do as I show you." He started
to slowly stroke his penis and I followed suit.
In a minute or two Ian started to breeth deeply as if he had just finished a
hard race. His face reddened slightly, and he stuck his tongue between his
teeth. I tried to do everything he did, but all I could notice was that my dick
grow a little harder when I kept stroking it. In about two minutes I gave it up
and just watched.
Ian also stopped for a moment. "See, I told you! Come here now!"
He reached out his hand and pulled me close to him. "Bet you haven't touched a
man cock. Here!" He took my hhand and placed it on his dick. "Now stroke it."
I could move my fingers up and down on his shaft for about twenty seconds when
his body grew stiff and his lips let out a series of groans and moans that
rather startled me. I had only done what he had asked me to, but it seemed that
somehow I had hurt him.
"No, no, go on!" he managed to utter between the moans, but before I could do
anything, white sticky liquid spurted out of his piss slit. And again and again.
Some of it landed on my arm which I hadn't managed to retreat quickly enough. I
stood there, terrified. Something had happened that I couldn' explain.
Meanwhile, Ian had had a chance to draw his breath, and, still deeply exhaling,
he looked up at me and started to laugh.
Maybe it was because of that scary experience that I never tried to pull my
dick in earnest till my eleventh year, though I often played with it a little in
bed. But when I finally came to appreciate the fun of masturbation, it was
through a much stranger event.
When I was ten, a boy called Phil moved into the neighboring house. He was half
a year older than myself, and it didn't take long until we were best friends.
Ian had gone to the army by that time, and I was often home alone, so I guess
it was only natural that Phil came over to my place to play and whatch TV almost
every day.
My mom didn't mind having Phil with us all the time. She usually worked till
late in her office writing product characteristics for some cosmetics company,
and so she was quite happy that I had someone to spend my time with.
One day during my eleventh summer, Phil and I had got bored of playing
Nintendo, so we went to the kitchen to look for something to eat. Among other
things, we got a huge cucumber from the fridge, which Phil said was not at all
unlike a prick. So as I convulsed with laughter, he walked around in the kitchen
and held the cucumber as a gigantic green phallus in front of him.
"We could have some fun with this one," he finally said.
"Sure," I said, not knowing what he had in mind.
"We need some soap," Phil said, "Let's get to the bathroom."
In the bbathroom Phil made the vegetable wet under the tap and rubbed some soap
on it. Then, to my vast surprise, he took away his pants. His dick was hard in
excitement, but I noticed that it wasn't much bigger than mine. Phil lifted one
foot on the edge of the bathtub, spreadhis butt-cheek with his left hand, and
pushed the tip of the vegetable into his asshole. What made astonishment even
bigger was the fact that a good half of the huge cucumber went in without any
trouble. On Phil's face was the expression of pleasure, and, releasing the hand
that held the vegetable, he started to play with his cock.
As he was approaching the climax, I expected something similar to my experience
with Ian, but obviously Phil was too young yet to produce any cum. But he must
have reached an orgasm, for suddenly his body spasmed and a loud groan escaped
from his lips. Without helping it with his hand, Phil then let the cucumber slip
out of his anus.
He closed his eyes, leaned back, and for a moment I was afraid he was going to
fall asleep, but that didn't happen, he opened his eyes again and said, "Well, I
guess you want to get off, too."
"What do I have to do?" Somehow it wasn't so humiliating to admit my ignorance
to Phil as it had always been with Ian. At the same time I was a bit scared,
for, although I wanted to have fun - I felt indeed a strange tickling sensation
in my by now hard boydick, something I had never felt before - the idea of
having a monster vegetable stuck into my ass didn't seem a particularly
allluring idea to me. (Phil, as I later learned, had had two years of assplay
experience with his cousins, hence the ease with which he pulled the thing in)
Fortunately, he was not going to suggest the big green thing that was lying on
the floor, abandoned. Instead, he applied some more soap on his asshole and
spread his cheeks again, with both hands this time.
"Push it in."
I was not too sure I wanted to do it, and at the same time I was absolutely
sure it's the top thing I could ever do. I was a bit afraid, too, that I might
hurt him, although there was no ground for such a worry - the cucumber had been
at least twice the size of my prick. But Phil was waiting with his butt-cheaks
parted.
I don't remember the moment I decided to do it, but suddenly I was inside my
friend and pumping fiercely, my hands rubbing his chest, his belly, his crotch.
Phil wiggled his ass to meet every move. Then it started to come, my mind went
black and I was carried away by the feeling I never knew existed, and I pumped
and groaned and moaned and cried and sighed and pumped, and came, came, came...
When I was out of him again, sitting naked on the edge of the bathtub, my limp
dick smelling slightly of his shit and another substance that disn't recognize,
the reality started to flow back into me.
"Boy, I didn't know you could cum!" Phil said not without envy. I guess I
didn't know myself was what I thought. Now, big brother, I've caught up with
you.
When I was in my bed that night and my mother came to give me a good-night
kiss, I smiled at her.
"Did you have a nice day, darling?" she asked.
"Sure, mom," The nicest of all my days, I thought to myself.
"Have beautiful dreams." She smiled back at me. Sure enough I will.
When she was about to leave the room, she suddenly remembered something.
"Did you leave the big cucumber in the bathroom?"
The end.
Hope you enjoyed it, every part of it is made up. I'd appreciate feedback,
though. K.
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